Steve and I were on a cruise and it was really fucking cold outside. And bright, because we were far north, where the sun never set. So our cabin was well-lit and ready for filming. Lucky for me, a little table in our cabin was built like a tank and held me up in the air while Steve worked his tongue everywhere it wanted to go. Once my precum started falling down on his dick, he came. Then I came —twice—and made a lot of noise (which you know, I don’t usually do). I was so worked up I didn’t even care that other passengers kept walking past our window while Steve was sucking me into oblivion. Eventually, we pulled the shade down–and just in time, too. Because Gopher and Captain Stubing were out looking for certain passengers making too much noise and using furniture for sex toys, which is apparently against the ship’s rules.